Jun 18, 2014

Music Review: Straight Arrows-Rising




















     Almost every song on Straight Arrows' second album, 'Rising' has a solid foundation built from thumping bass and no-nonsense time-keeping. These are some of the most melodic songs outside of San Francisco acts or their fellow Aussies, Tame Impala. The tunes are immediately hooky, ready made for communal sing-alongs. 'Petrified' and 'Never Enough' stretch out and beckon us to follow their journeys. They're only two of three tracks that boast short-lived solos. 
     In a perfect world, 'Rising' would be a massive pop hit. I applaud the blue-collar workmanship here. 'Rising' is my favorite, non-relinquish-able pair of Chuck Taylors.




                                                                                                                             Verdict: 4 Bedpans

Jun 8, 2014

Music Review: Slushy-Pastime Gardens




















     The squall is strong with this one. The duo of Chris Kramer and Brent Zmrhal understand pop. There's almost nothing dissonant or angular in Slushy's music, which is break from the norm of what Chicago bands typically offer. Some of what's here is so cheery, I feel like these dudes belong to that group of Cubs fans that Lee Elia once famously railed against; jobless, careless, happy to just be anywhere. 
     They make good use of overdubs with an extra guitar, tambourine, bit of organ occasionally throw into the mix. No bass to be heard here, however. Female vocals guest on only one track, 'Done with Fun'. For the album's closer, Slushy give us their take on Lou Reed's 'Heroin' with 'Reverberations'. Pastime Gardens is a welcome escape from whatever less-than-sunny-or-cheerful realities I may have to endure this summer.



                                                                                                                           Verdict: 3 Bedpans

May 28, 2014

Music Review: Satan Wriders-Black Eyed Kids


















     
   
     Stockton, Ca continues it's tradition of perfect garage rock. The three dudes in Satan Wriders want to pay homage to garage band greats. They recruit some female vocals on 4 of the 10 tracks 'cause it wouldn't be right to leave those sweet harmonies home on a Saturday night. They got swagger, stomp, screech, wail, reverb, reel-to-reel confusion; it's all here, man. 'Black Eyed Kids' is for parties and lonely headphone-landscape explorations. 
     If they can do Pavement, The Cramps, and Grandaddy proud, there's really no limit to where they can take this band. Pretty soon we're all gonna hail Satan Wriders.



                                                                                                                        The Verdict: 4 Bedpans 

May 15, 2013

New Tracks: Speedy Ortiz

     Pretty damn excited about this new-ish band. They combine a bunch of elements that suck me in quickly. I was a child of the 90s and this is exactly what I'd listen to incessantly when I was 14. Speedy Ortiz, much like Swearin', are an east coast, female-fronted, post-punk band in the vein of The Breeders, Throwing Muses, Chavez, or even Pavement. Sweet, kinda-angsty vocals, chunky bass, often metallic guitars, manic drums...RAWK! RAWK! RAWK!
     It makes me want to hang out at the flea market, find the outdoor tattoo/piercing booth, eat a bunch of horrible carnival food, and never talk to my parents again. Here're 3(!) new tracks.
 





Apr 23, 2013

Film Review: Dogtooth
















     Yorgos Lanthimos's Dogtooth may be best described as a glimpse of hell. Its' vision of systematic child abuse is simple and striking. In the world created by deeply insecure parents, a cat (which, happily for me, meets a gruesome demise) is a deadly beast and commercial jets can easily fall from the sky, shrinking to the size of a toy one should covet. The confines of a large estate are all that keeps the ignorant kids safe from the numerous dangers of the outside terrain.
     We're left to guess and my guess is that the dad is ultimately the mastermind of the nightmare. Mom is totally in favor, I'm sure, because it's a way to keep the kids around indefinitely. She gets visibly upset after certain incidents of physical trauma brought on the kids by either Dad or themselves. Nothing seems to phase Dad except the unravelling of his evil plan.
     The kids look to be in their mid-late 20s. The two girls are older than the boy. To pass time, they often devise physically dangerous challenges, I'm sure as a way of awakening what might feel dead in their innocent souls. Dad hires a woman to relieve his virile son, every week, of the nasty testosterone that may aid in an unexpected mutiny.
     This dark tale is mostly filmed during mid-day, taking full advantage of the piercing, natural light by which Greece is blessed. Most of the clothes worn by the kids are made (handmade?) of plain, white linen. The high walls of the compound are only shown a dozen or so times. A tricky illusion is created by how positive, if not stark, the rest of the atmosphere around the house is. Who wouldn't want a large pool in which to dip everyday?
     If horrifying his audience was Lanthimos's goal, he's certainly succeeded. I don't get the feeling that Dogtooth is merely an exercise in horror as it is cause and effect. But if it's cause and effect he wanted to explore, the scenario he presents relies too much on suspension of disbelief. Many holes can be poked in what particulars he's given us to consider. The films' ambitions are ultimately as shaky as the family's psyche.
 
 
                                             The Verdict: 3 Bedpans






Apr 17, 2013

Numbers

Spill my numbers.
Melt my face.
I'm talking to the cereal.
I'm swimming in the splash
Of epileptic wonder,
Echo-cave slug trails.

Make me an offer.
Push me past the docks.
I long to be subservient.
I'm singing through the mouth
Of a cherry blossom trash can,
Blissfully repugnant.


                                                    © Dull Lead 2013

Apr 14, 2013

The First Frontier

I crossed the place where heaven meets all whores
Where gold of the earth seared a hole in my head
Where I'd be foolish to trust anything
And irony makes heroes of cowards
Where the only currency is dust
And the only language understood is noise

Everyone had left but were content to stay
As a part of the hollow, neon nightmare.
The First Frontier will make me whole.
It's just enough to ward off want.

I believe that my life is not my own.
I believe that my story is a wretched one.
But it's important to laugh as though I'm free;
To live by occurrence rather than thought.


                                                   © Dull Lead 2013